When I left England a little over five years ago, I had determined that it had failed me.
I sit here this sedentary Sunday afternoon, on the eve of becoming a grandfather for the first time.
Give or take a few more flourishes, I am near completion of Trinity-or the Triumvirate to rechristen it with its new, rather loftier title.I’m beside myself with how this piece has turned out-I think its my most accomplished painting to date.
I love the smell of my studio in the mornings, the warm comforting aroma of turpentine and oils potent in the air-my own little inner sanctum of incense.
Exploring the dark alleyways, sometimes its all too easy to lose yourself rifling through the trash.
‘Amazing how grimly we hold on to our misery, the energy we burn fueling our anger. Amazing how one moment, we can be snarling like a beast, then a few moments later, forgetting what or why. Not hours of this, or days, or months, or years of this… But decades. Lifetimes completely used up, given […]
Caught myself in the midst of a Monday melancholy funk, which seems to be my default, post exhibition.